I never actually thought I would come and work on this again. But I was rereading it and now I'm dying to know how it ends.

Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh...haven't even watched it in years

As he laid his little light back into it's bed, Bakura feared the worst.

I'm killing him...

I can't stop hurting him...

I love him...

The last thought ran round his head in circles and made him feel that feeling he hated. Love.

It was a nasty feeling, nastier then being nice. And yet here Bakura, the second meanest yami was feeling it. What the hell was wrong with him?

How did I become so attached?

Bakura got into his bed and turned to stare at his light. He pondered if maybe he had pushed too much darkness into light and now light was pushing back and into him.

Maybe I just think too much.

He laughed and closed his eyes.

Next thing he knew he heard the doorbell.

Ryou didn't open his eyes the next day or the one after that.

He didn't do anything at all until three days later.

That's when he woke to find himself alone, in a big house.

And he couldn't breath.

/Bakura/

I was choking to death on my own vomit and damn it if I couldn't taste it.

/Bakura/

Silence...

/Bakura/

Panic filled in the silence and I became terrified. Pushing myself up with what little strength I had, I leaned over the bed and left a mess on the floor. Not pretty, but it's the truth.

As soon as I had that out of the way, I leaned back into my bed. I hurted so much and just wanted to sleep some more.

But where was Bakura and why wasn't he answering?

Looking back to after going to bed the night the bullies got me, that is all I can remember. Just waking up that one time. I sense something more happened, before and after I woke up. Yet, it was lost to me.

Well, I knew someone had apparently come after me, but why? Since Bakura forbids me from doing much of anything I don't get the chance to upset many people. Not that I would want to.

Police came and went, my father showed up and left just as quickly.

He was too busy to care, as long as I wasn't dead. I understood, even if it meant being alone now. At least with Bakura I wasn't alone. Now I didn't know where he was and I couldn't ask my friends. They wouldn't allow me visitors.

I was alone in a white room, with white walls, and a needle that was giving me life.

Because I wouldn't eat, which I couldn't explain when asked. I was starving and began to wonder if Bakura wasn't eating either. Maybe he couldn't and in result I couldn't.

I really wanted to see Yugi and Malik. They or their Yami's might be able to help me. Instead I was confined and I felt something in me start slipping.

Slipping...my soul was slipping away.